Dammit, my crippling fear of blazing forward through time at triple-speed is why I left Pharmacy to pursue Neurology in the first place!

You see I could handle the speed part, but not the fact that I had no control over it & unwittingly stepped through a time portal every time I entered the Pharmacy. You wouldn't believe the headaches I've endured attempting to refill 30-day scripts for vicodin that - in MY time - were used up in 10 days. I tried 3 to 1 conversion charts but sometimes even that didn't work.

It seems my portal speed was a tad unpredictable so sometimes MY 7 or 8 days was equal to 30 of theirs and then they'd start yelling & carrying on and then the manager of the store would get involved and my fear of time traveling was developing into a full-blown phobia & after therapy to address the panic attacks it was decided that I leave the profession for my mental health.

Now I learn neurologists are having the same problem! Where oh WHERE can I feel safe?!!

Welcome to my whining!

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